[In the moment of that voice cutting through the air, Emet-Selch turned away from the vision in the mirror. It felt strangely vulnerable to have it on display to anyone beyond what he could control; it was different when one made and could unmake it when necessary. But this? This wasn’t….exactly his. Not completely. And he found it disconcerting.

His amber gaze slid across this person’s face. He didn’t know him, and there was still time to decide if he wanted to.]

I hardly think that is relevant to this conversation, do you?

[Hmph.]

Where is your little dream reflection, hm? I think I should like to comment on that with blatant observations.